Wednesday, August 29, 2012

One of the comments from Heather regarding our first anchoring experience got me thinking. She said "...at anchor, my favorite place to be...". Naturally that made me think "what is my favorite place to be?"

I want to say its on the water, at anchor, bobbing peacefully in our home. I want to say that, because that would make a beautiful end/beginning to this love story of Me Voy. I want to say that, because Me Voy deserves to be the favorite, because I feel like others want to hear that and because I feel a vague sense of guilt for not saying it. But... as I look deeply into the truth of my heart I know that my favorite place to be is the Forest.

Luckily, Travis, Chopper and Billy all agree with me. We all feel the call of the mossy earth deep within our bones. Therefore every year, we make it a priority to spend some time camping in the surrounding forests. This year thanks to a great website called Freecampsites we followed GPS coordinates to a place where fairies dance and sunlight dapples mossy trails.

Located in West Virginia, this place is seriously magical...

Here we talked to the mushrooms and tried to photograph the fairies...

We slept listening to the frogs sing and awoke to the beautiful tapestry of gently rustling leaves...

We watched with awe as Billy entered samadhi during his morning meditation...

and, inspired, we continued in peace our own practices...

We philosophized by the fire...

purified in the water...

played in the woods...

and in the tent...

And after a week of the earth biscuit life, only Chopper wanted to know when we can go home and sleep on the couch.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

This was exactly what all the work was for, and it did not disappoint. Hitting that water with a big splash, the years, yes years, of always putting MeVoy and her needs first were washing away, leaving a satisfied smile. Oh she is still my girl, and she will need and need always, but now its different. I feel free to pursue other interests, devote time to projects where I create the rules. Me Voy's list of upgrades, wishes and maintenance, is still a reality, but I felt a huge exhale with that jump. And... I surprised myself by learning something obvious about myself. I love projects... however... no one around here is any hurry to do anything now but savor that feeling of completion and success... and learn about this "boating thing"...

Friday, August 10, 2012

Gently swimming away from our home as it floats, suspended between earth and sky, I am buoyant with gratitude and beauty.

Held to the earth with 150 ft of chain, and soaring up into the clouds with arms outstretched, we appear like a speck on the surface of a huge jello shot.

The world is silent now, the birds have gone to sleep. We will soon follow them into our own nest, and drift off from this world of dreams, soothed by the voice of the VHF man, reassuring us that tonight, there will be no wind, no storm, to threaten our peace.

ORDER OUR BOOK!

Yes its a real book!

Looking for something? Search this blog

Us on our best behavior

IN A NUTSHELL...

We fell in love with a boat named Me Voy. Her 46 ft of babe brought us to our knees, where we spent the last five years, sanding, replacing planks, and begging for mercy. This is her story, filled with drama, romance, betrayal, and boat repair tips.